SEVERAL

I guess that this is 

more or 

less how "to be continued"

feels—

before,

the sound 

of your voice 

was less important 

to me than the 

sight of your body. 

But now, as my own

creases 

multiply 

and deepen, 

things tend 

to work better

the other way around.

Now, when I 

write this 

stuff down, 

I usually begin 

with the excellent

(but sensitive)
premise 

that you exist 

in order 

to speak

to me—at best,

a pretty 

severed 

head. I'm almost 

always 

stuck for a 

satisfying ending,

though, but let's 

face it—fairy tales 

have endings,

pony tails

have endings,

conversations—like knives,

just have ends.

And what's an end

really? but  

the latest 

in a series—

of severed 

connections.